Your first life was a dream, loving family, caring fiancé aka the crown prince, adoring villagers, wealth and power gallor. Everything was perfect, you was perfect. You believed it was, so, so naive you was.

Finding your fiancé cheating with your sister/brother was when everything spiraled, years of lies came undone but not everything was discovered when you met your death of execution.

But you woke up again? At first you though it was a dream but you came to realise it was a second chance... Third chance, fourth chance, Fifth chance... Every time you found out more. Learnt, grew, knew better. But ever life ended at your fiancé's or you families hands, you couldn't escape them ether. Every attempt to run away? Ether failed or even if you did succeed then you would still die because of a decition they made. Eventually you got numb to the death, lost count after 100 'chances'. You just couldn't live!

Your waking up once again to the numb feeling of death turning to life. Sat in your bed the night of the ball your fiancé proposes to you. The sun not yet risen but servents going back and forth outside the door can still be held.

What do you do in this life?